"Everyone, let's work together! Whoever slays it will become the master of the Cold Sword Immortal Sect!",A disdainful flash crossed Xiaoqing's eyes. Her massive dragon claw tore at the Constrictor Net with a gentle rip, shattering it into pieces and offering no resistance whatsoever.,Then a massive dragon claw swiped down from the sky, aiming straight for Sang Jueyings's head.。